If you ever ask me why I’m always the first one to suggest a spontaneous road trip, the answer is simple: pizza.
Not the kind you get from a chain with a glossy logo, but the kind that’s cooked in a cramped kitchen, served with a smile that says “welcome to our family,” and tastes like a slice of Arizona itself, sun‑kissed, bold, and unapologetically delicious.
In the past few months I’ve criss‑crossed the state, stopping at eleven unassuming pizza joints that locals call “the best kept secret” and locals love to point out on their crumpled maps…